The Giggle

Purity and innocence is earned at birth,
The miracle of parturition - 
Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, 
A giggle forms on the infant’s bitty lips,
Swelling at the corners of the teeny mouth,
Slightly slimy but still clean and fresh,
A gleaming, perfectly round and wet bubble floats into the air,
And the tot can see his bulbous, fuzzy head
Still just as wide-eyed, a reflection staring back in wonder,
And the giggles begin, spitting dozens more bubbles into the nursery.
Instead of bursting as they bump the mobile hung from the ceiling,
Twirling and dangling in the spring breeze,
The perfect bubbles grow
And are swept out the window of the house atop a green hill in the countryside
Down to the valley, 
Embarking on a quest of adventure
Discovering the bountiful journey of life.

And although the joy that fills those bubbles
May dwindle through the dark forests and violent winds,
The bubbles will not burst
As long as the innocence remains inside them.